Many, many moons before I met my man, I had a friend - let's call him Arnold. And I do mean a friend. Arnold was gay, or so my innocent self believed. I was about 18 at the time, and thought I was a worldly woman. A fumble at 15 made me believe I wasn't so innocent but turns out the cherry was still there, but that's another, much more boring, story. So any...
Di has been spending a lot of time at our house, and a lot of time in our bed for the last couple months. She only stays the night if Seth is out of town which is rare, but it's a strange day if my cock isn't between her lips or buried in her pussy. When she is home, Vanessa & I can't help but hear the arguing - it sounds like neither of them are happy with...
The void elves position in Stormwind was swiftly established. As Xal'atath had wanted, they were put under her command. Rather than worship her as the eldritch manifestation of dark power she was supposed to be, the Old Goddess became an idol of sexuality. Her pervertness and loyalty to her master became the highest values of the deeply tainted people. The...
"Nothing happened," she said nervously, as she shuffled in the door at 7:30 in the morning. In my experience, whenever somebody says "nothing happened," something happened. This story is about that night 30 years ago when, in fact, something did happen. Connie and I were in our mid-thirties. I was editor of the local paper. She gave up her newspaper reporti...
Ah, Gina! Gina is beautiful. She distracted half the neighborhood when we were much younger. Tall, blonde, with her mother's enormous breasts and natural athletic musculature, she looked like a walking wet dream. Plentiful guys did doubletakes over her Irish/Italian good looks, blondish curly mane of hair and freckles; she bedeviled all the young men and th...
It started when my mother suggested that as I obviously had nothing better to do on my day off work than laze around at home, why didn't I go and help her friend Della who had a problem with her car. My mother had a point. I'd earned a reputation of being able to fix cars and from Della's description it sounded like something I could tackle. I was still livi...
This story has been written from the female perspective of my previous story - An affair to remember. ***** "What am I doing?" This question kept nagging me throughout this journey that I had embarked on willingly but not intentionally. I had everything that people strive for - a loving husband, adorable kids, a caring family and an amazing lifestyle. Al...
The long hot summer passed. Always so hot in le Midi, in the remote valley of Quéreur. Françoise and Léonie remained virgins, and so, for that matter, did Alain, but for all it was, perhaps, only just. A summer of pleasure, of heat and animal lust. But like the summer it could not last. Before the winter snows Françoise was sent away. Her bags packed almost...
Chapter 21 Tequila Tuesday afternoon I took Tracy along to meet Darren about two o'clock. I told her that Darren was a bit shy and that he hadn't had a girlfriend for a long time, so he should be easy to impress. I told him how important he was to SVX but not that he was one of the three shareholders. I could see she thought that she was about to meet so...
Molly Vivian Haynes was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, on November 9, 1978. Her father, Victor Haynes was a Mormon pastor, and a successful local businessman. He worked for the National Bank of Canada for many years, and provided a comfortable living for his family. Molly's mother Hannah Jameson-Haynes died ages ago, and the gal barely remembers her....